Just Touched Down Lyrics - Krit Wuz Here - Big K.r.i.t.

[Talking:] 

Let's get it pimp (let's get it shawty) 

This for all my real players (yeah) 

Sounds so soulful don't you agree? (ay what the beat this here?) 

So what I want'chu to do 

If you on your way and you bout to do it big 

You can tell em shawty... 

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("I Just-just j-just-just j-just down") [plays x2 in background while KRIT talks] 

[Chorus:] 

I just touched down (touched down) 

Aye what it is shawty (yeah) 

I'm going places shawty 

I just touched down (touched down) 

Aye what it is shawty (yeah) 

I'm going places shawty 

I just touched down (touched down) 

Aye what it is shawty (yeah) 

I'm going places shawty 

I just touched down 

Just-just j-just-just j-just down 

I just-just j-just-just j-just... 

[Verse 1:] 

I just touched down in my city on chrome 

Working wood wheel from a yella getting dome 

Gators on my toes, love how I'm living 

Aye tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fuckin pimpin' 

Gettin' money working overtime Supernova shine 

Only see a playa down and out ain't no cloning mine 

I'm one of a kind, colder though, make em hit the flo' 

See do what I like been doing this since 2005 

This ain't overnight 

Show ya right, super duper tight, showing bumpa grill 

Poppin' trunk, roll it smoke it up, crackin hella seals 

How it feel neva eva fuckin with my level 

They be trying but no one can do it better 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2:] 

I just got paid, working on a slab 

When y'all was watching cartoons I was beating Shaft 

Acting bad, swangin' lane to lane, drippin candy paint 

Ain't no hole this side of the Mississippi but this my candy thang 

Fly without a plane 

Definite, throw it I don't care, police stop and stare 

Toot it up triple boot it up, pop n lock it there 

Drop it there, rock it there, I'm a motivator 

Haters pissed keep walking if it ain't about paper 

I'm trill, down like four flats 

Ties on the cut throat SS or a Cadillac 

See they might of slither on the sun bout to sippin cane 

Had my momma's womb breathing like it to this pimpin' 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3:] 

You dealing with a country fly certified country flow 

In my crooked letter the Return of 4eva hoe 

Super duper clean on the scene pop my collar back 

Prada hella-fied when I'm round like selling power pats 

K.R.I.T. P.I.M.P. owe you where my dollas at? 

You ain't bout these bengies that I'm kicking ain't no holla back 

Pimpin' is my child, stretching out for miles 

Street and block approved on my whole professional 

[Chorus] 

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